I haven't written anything advanceshippy on serebiiforums in a while, so I decided to post this up.
It's an AU that still has Pokemon in it and is near as their original characters as I could get it to be.
If you bother reading this, do me a favor and leave a review? ^^
No one would ever notice how weird that word was until they actually thought about it. Heck, May hadn’t realized how weird the word was until she’d first thought about it one random Sunday as she folded laundry.
But then, a lot of things were weird once you thought about it.
Her life, for instance, was very weird. She knew that, from the beginning, she knew that her life was weird. Although she was the eldest of two children, she’d always been the one in the back seat. Not that she cared or anything, no. She never thought of herself as a front seat person anyway, and she probably never would.
(Probably- there goes that word again.)
And if she was going to be in the backseat anyway, she figured that someone had to be in the front seat- someone who deserved to be in it. And her brother, Max, had totally deserved to be in the front seat, he deserved more than that even. And May wished she could give him what he deserved, but when she thought about it, like really thought about it, what else could she give him other than her life?
Don’t take it the wrong way, she hadn’t sold her soul to him or anything, but instead, she had played the helpful sister behind him, she’d played the happy-go-lucky sister whose life always revolved around him. She’d played the sister who was always smiling for him, who had never shown any hints of jealousy in public, so who could? Really, who could ask for a better sister? She didn’t mean to brag, but if she hadn’t been so nice for him, he probably wouldn’t have been happy with a Pokemon Master certificate at age fifteen.
Max Maple- Pokemon Master at age fifteen. Yeah, like the Maple family needed anything else to boast about, as if Norman hadn’t already been the Gym Leader of Petalburg twice and Carolyn hadn’t already started her own art class at the local college- let’s add the fact that their son had defeated the Elite four when he was a preteen. One more thing to be grateful for… As if people weren’t already treating May different from the rest of the people around town- now they had to constantly remind her of her brother’s achievement.
As if she didn’t know.
And it wasn’t even that that had made May think back to her life as weird, and sometimes pathetic- it was that she had let them keep reminding her of how much greater her brother was than her. She let them repeat their favorite stories of Max to her as if she hadn’t already known how great he was. She remembered being with her friend once when a neighbor told her of how great it was to have Max with her. It wasn't until a little bit after, her friend had asked why she was always taking news of her brother with a happy face, and May replied saying that it was because she was happy. And it wasn’t a lie, she was happy for her brother, very happy. And if he hadn’t become such a great pokemon trainer, she probably wouldn’t be able to be constantly happy for him.
But she knew that there was something that she never told anyone. Around the time that Max had started to go to high school (while Max was building on pokemon trainer career) she was always scared that she would meet him at lunch or something and the teachers would jump at the chance to compare the two again. It was annoying, it was annoying to be compared to younger sibling and even more annoying when no one ever seemed to notice her own achievements because they paled in comparison to Max's.
So May did the only thing she knew how to do, hid from Max, Max her younger brother Max.
And she was the older one.
May knew of only one place she could hide in: the drama room- she didn’t know why she was hiding from him: her own little brother!- but she was. And then one day, as she sat behind some of the supplies, she saw them. Some of the drama students -she’d always seen advertising the school plays - acting out lines of their current play. May had never seen anything so beautiful. It was like how watching two different people transforming in to someone else right before her eyes. May watched them as they poured out their hearts, acting as if they were in love when really it was their characters that were. She watched, amazed at how they could so perfectly pretend that they were someone else when they weren’t.
And then that’s when she noticed... she was acting too! Well, wasn’t she? She always acted as if the news of Max had surprised her or amazed her every time she heard it, she always acted as if she would probably be the first person to cry if anything bad had come to his pokemon-related future, she was always acting… wasn’t she? It was so obvious, so obvious, and then, something else had bloomed inside of her. She wasn’t only acting about Max, she’d been acting since the day that Norman had been put as Gym Leader, pretending to be happy when really, she wanted to have her dad play with her like he always had. She wanted equal attention from her parents, the same attention they and the world had been giving Max since the day he was born. She’d been acting, she’d been acting… So why not? She thought, watching the drama students, why not continue to act like she already was with her life?
And that’s when May had plunged herself in to the theatre.
It was easy to be someone else, she didn’t know how easy until she auditioned for her first play. It was simple, the girl she had to be was lost and May knew how to act like that. So when it was her turn, May felt herself transform in to this lost girl. And when she had finished, everyone had stood up, till this day she remembered how the theater- about ten or so people- had stood up and clapped after her audition was over, and it hadn’t even been pity claps! May wanted that, May wanted everyone to give her attention, the attention she starved for at home, she wanted it so bad, so she continued to act, continued to be people she wasn’t. She would be the person so well that by the end of the play, she thought that she was actually them, and then was reminded that she’d in reality, forgotten herself long ago.
It was weird, because when she thought back to that she realized that if Max hadn’t been able to become a Pokemon Master at such a young age, she probably wouldn't have ever gone in to the drama room and fell in love with theatre.
And then, when she pondered all of the weird things in her life, she realized that meeting him had been awfully weird as well.
Weird… story of her life.
She thought about him, constantly. And when she had, she found herself thinking about their personalities, and how they’d met. She remembered that when she’d first seen him, she thought that he looked so ordinary, now she looked at him, knowing that he was the most handsome guy in the world. She remembered thinking of him as a guy who simply didn’t like school- in other words, dumb(seeing as how he opted to not go to school and stay on the Pokemon path), now he was the most intelligent person in her life. She knew before that she could have lived without seeing him ever again, now she couldn’t breathe whenever he left town for some Pokemon Master thing. Sometimes, whenever she was around him, she admitted to feeling ’corny’. He always asked what she meant by it, but she never said, keeping it as her own inside joke. She loved him, she knew that too. She was so sure about her feelings for him that it wasn’t even something she could joke about. She loved everything about him, every square inch of his body, every word that came out of his mouth- even when he was in a bad mood, she loved him. It was only fair, after all, he gave up a lot of things to be with her. He used to smoke, even though she once pointed out how “uncharacteristic” that was of him, he shrugged, saying that smoking was something you could have one puff of and then later be obsessed with it- but when he began to date her, he stopped- not cold turkey but gradually. He gave up his Saturdays at first to go shopping with her even though he hated it when women went shopping. He told her it was a waste of time, she thought that watching Pokemon battles on TV was a waste of time but she watched it with him anyways, he never complained about shopping again. Then he began to meet her regularly for lunch- even when he was working at his Gym. He loved her, she knew, he loved her almost as much as she loved him. When she thought about him, she thought about a lot of things. But mostly, she thought about how they met…
They’d met at a friend’s wedding. Actually, he had claimed that they met before, but she couldn’t remember. The wedding was beautiful- she said. The wedding was cliché- he said. She stayed indoors and socialized with the bride and the guests, he stayed outdoors and smoked with the other guys- not willing to go in even though the groom had been his best friend. She helped whenever she could, he stayed outdoors and refused to go inside at all. She remembered seeing him once with his Pikachu when she looked outside to see if the weather was going to stay nice when she left, and she remembered what she thought of him- a bum. But then, why would a bum be near a place where a wedding was being held? And she remembered seeing him again as she ran outside when she saw her crush making out with one of her best friends. And then that’s when she realized that things had gotten weird.
That’s when the list of probably’s had gone through her head.
If May had suddenly decided the morning of the wedding not to go, she probably wouldn’t have seen her crush with another girl. If she hadn’t seen that, she probably wouldn’t have stormed out and bumped in to him. If he hadn’t been outside in the first place, she probably wouldn’t have bumped in to him. If he hadn’t seen her crying and asked what was wrong, she probably wouldn’t have pushed him away. If he hadn’t pestered her until she thought she was going to scream, she probably wouldn’t have ripped him to shreds. If he hadn’t yelled at her for yelling at him, they probably wouldn’t have spent the next hour yelling at each other. If they hadn’t argued with each other, she probably wouldn’t have broken down and cried to him about everything wrong with her life, about how wrong she felt, about how she felt that she was in another play playing in someone else’s life. She probably wouldn’t have noticed how much attention he was giving her. He probably wouldn’t have told her his share of bad luck until they were both laughing. She probably wouldn’t have introduced herself sheepishly and commented on how cute his Pikachu was and he probably wouldn’t have told her that he’d already knew her- he had watched her in her plays. He probably wouldn’t have told her how he thought she was the best actress on stage because she made it seem so believable. She probably wouldn’t have suggested ditching the wedding and going out for ice cream. He probably wouldn’t have asked her about herself- the more positive things. She probably wouldn’t have asked for his number and he probably wouldn’t have asked her to dinner.
And then, when she thought about that, she realized something else…
If Max had never been a Pokemon genius, she probably would have never met her friend therefore never gone to the wedding and met him.
She really did have to be grateful for that.
May paused, staring down at the light blue shirt she was going to fold next. She reached over for it when she heard someone step in to her house. Her heart jumped and she walked to greet whoever had come in. As she walked, her fingers swept over the roses he’d given her recently for Valentines’ day. Her eyes paused at his birthday present for her- an outfit she wanted to buy for so long but was out of her price range. And when she saw his raven hair- glistening from sweat- she couldn’t help herself. She ran over to him, throwing her arms around him. He caught her just in time, pulling her in to a tight embrace, pulling her in to his man smell. “I‘m back,” he said, talking in to her brown hair.
She smiled. “Welcome back.” She wanted to stay in his arms forever, she wanted to be with him like that, she wanted time to stop, but then she felt something hit her tummy, and she pulled back. “You go to the gym again?” She asked, attempting to hide the pain of her stomach.
“Yeah.” Almost as if to prove it, he took the sweat dripping off his forehead and wiped it over her cheek.
“Ew!” She yelped, instantly pulling away. “Don‘t do that!”
He laughed, “have you been keeping busy?”
She nodded and then noticed the empty space on his shoulder. "Where's Pikachu?" She questioned.
"With my mom." He paused. “You look like you‘ve been thinking all day again, have you?”
She attempted not to laugh, no really, she had. But in the end, she couldn’t help it. “Probably.”
“Hmm,” he said as he took hold of the silver ring enveloping his ring finger, and played with it- knowing it would get on her nerves.
“Hey!” She cried, “don‘t do that! You‘ll lose it!”
He chuckled. “I won‘t, I won‘t,” he grinned, reaching for her abdomen, patting it lightly. “As long as you don‘t lose him.”
She laughed, holding on to her abdomen. “I won‘t, I won‘t.”
“Promise.” She couldn’t help but crack a smile then, and forever she would remember his priceless reaction. “Probably.”